Black Rain (1989)
Nick Conklin: Just hope they got a Nip in this building who speaks fucking English.
Matsumoto Masahiro: [overhearing] Assistant Inspector Matsumoto Masahiro, Criminal Investigation section, Osaka Prefecture police. And I do speak fucking English.
Matsumoto Masahiro: "Perhaps you should think less of yourself and more of your group, try to work like in Japanese. I grew up with your soldiers; you were wise then. Now - music and movies are all America is good for. We make the machines, we build the future, we won the peace.
Nick Conklin: "And if there was ONE of you guys who had an original idea, you'd be so tight that you couldn't even pull it out of your ass!"
Nick Conklin: A couple of guys I used to work with in the department took some money from some drug dealers. No big deal.
Matsumoto Masahiro: They stole?
Nick Conklin: They liberated funds.
Matsumoto Masahiro: Theft is theft. There is no gray area.
Nick Conklin: Hey Matsu, New York is one big gray area.
Nick Conklin: Now, you got a counterfeiting ring goin' on & you should talk to your partner before you go to the suits. So fuck you very much!
Sugai: I was 10 when the B-29 came. My family lived underground for three days. We when came up the city was gone. Then the heat brought rain. Black rain. You made the rain black, and shoved your values down our throats. We forgot who we were. You created Sato and thousands like him. I'm paying you back.
Joyce: Because you could get me killed. You see, there's a war going on here, and they don't take prisoners.
Nick Conklin: What are you talking about?
Joyce: It's between Sato and an old crime boss named Sugai.
Nick Conklin: Who else knows about this war?
Joyce: Counting you and me?
Joyce: Eleven million.
Nick Conklin: Sometimes you should forget your head and grab your balls.
Matsumoto Masahiro: Balls?
Det. Charlie Vincent: [mockingly raising his glass to a Japanese man, as people are applauding his pathetic rendition of "That's Amore"] Fuck You! Don't quit your day job!
Det. Charlie Vincent: What is this, a conspiracy to ruin my evening?
Crown, Internal Affairs: We'll charge you. We'll find someone to help us. Nobody's got a softer center than a dirty cop.
Berg, Internal Affairs: That's a king-sized nut. I admire your thrift
Nick Conklin: Yeah, well, life's a bitch.
Crown, Internal Affairs: We did the math, Hero. You're twenty grand in the hole a month. You're into the shylocks, Conklin, you're takin'.
Nick Conklin: Look, you wanna charge me, you charge me, okay? You wanna jerk off, you go back to your office.